Glory and fame

Blood is our name

This land really wouldn't be the same without constant challenges, right? Still, when noise woke her from a rather peaceful slumber, she growled. Hell, she didn't even know if it was a challenge but why did there have to be noise beyond the thunder waking her up? And as she was trotting to the entrance of the den, she caught the quite strong scents. Of course their scents were everywhere, but this was a new trail and despite being so tired, she followed.

Silently grumbling and cursing her choice to even go out in this weather, she followed their trail. Away from snow and cold, towards a place that had warmer rain, even the air during this storm was warmer than on the mountain. Great. Just fucking great. Yawning and stretching, she arrived next to @Morrigan and @Talisa, managing to greet them with a purr. And she immediately flopped onto her haunches, shaking out her soaked mane and fur with a grumble. "What's so great about this place?" Grumbled words aimed at no one in particular. But the striped princess certainly didn't see the appeal, at least not during this storm.

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Having meet Pyrrha at the shore that day he had encouraged her to fight for her home, yet speaking with her about her home had made her sad so he hadn’t pushed her to give him the name of it. The fact that she was now calling for the Cove made his stomach turn. There was hurt in his eyes. Conflict as the hunter came to the challenge. He wanted to support her, but this was also his home too. So as he arrived he just gave the pretty challenger a hurt look, but gave her a nod in greeting nonetheless. Ears slipped back as he shook the water from his body from the rain.

He was going to head over to his pridemates to sit but noticed the scent of the Oasis and so he went to @Noemi. "Careful now. Don’t let yourself get too comfortable you are in enemy territory. I don’t want more violence than there has to be, but I doubt Queen @Miaran or Queen @Aphrodite would appreciate the Oasis just strolling in to watch the show." He warned but until ordered to attack the lioness he wouldn’t. Instead he would watch the lioness his eyes narrowed so water stayed out of them and his chin tucked protectively over his throat. He had his defense in place just incase but kept his eyes also on those around them as well.

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she's got the devil in her eyes
pretty in the light, even prettier at night

Things have changed. The Oasis is no longer their ally but an enemy and Aphrodite knew it had much to do with how she had handled the cub fight back in their own territory. But was that going to stop her from agreeing with @Milano as she came up closer. Her violet jewels had scanned the area, taking in those who were here in support of @Pyrrha ♔ compared to @Miaran but Aphrodite would stand firm with her wife. She had faith that her wife would be able to defend their crown and keep it. To show that this was now their's and no one was going to take it from them. Granted, Aphrodite knew that there was a chance that she could lose but let's not think about that.

The Oasis scent hit her nose and she would let out a growl. However, there was a change to her behavior. Only one would pick it up if they knew of her habits and that one lion was not currently here. Her jewels were brighter than they normally and this was a sign that something was a miss. I would so great fully agree with my hunter. Her claws slipped out and Aphrodite would let her fire show.

OOC: Aphrodite is up for interactions. If it is anything or than a Dom match please talk to me first. <3

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Zinnia

Zinnia hadn’t been terribly far when she had heard the challenge. It was the same call Zabrina had made to the Oasis…. But this was a voice she did not know and in a different place. After her last challenge experience, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to go to it. The doubt and hesitation was short lived, she told herself that she would just try to hide this time. Thus, off she went, a slight limp to her gait as she moved. Healing wounds on her neck and face would cause her minimal discomfort, but she didn’t care.

It wasn’t until she was much closer that she smelled the scent of @Aphrodite, her eyes lit up as she looked around for the woman. Where was her best friend? Taking another breath, she smelled that of another lady and she frowned, looking around noticing how some did not trespass and others did. Hmm.. Aphro wouldn’t let anyone hurt her… She crossed the border. Zabrina wasn’t here either. The girl hadn’t taken to the hiding approach, having smelled Aphrodite on the border. Now…she was surrounded by a bunch of lions she didn’t know. Ears fell back and she shrank in size a bit, ducking to the side, deeper into the territory but not so deep that she couldn’t be found or couldn’t see the fight.

Then she heard the voice, clipped, but so familiar. Yellow gaze snapped to the side as her head followed the sound. "Best fweind!" She chirped, her eyes once more brightening and a bit of confidence returning to her posture as she hastily (literally she ran) made her way over to the dark colored Queen and the lion(s) she spoke to. Unlike at the last challenge, Zinnia did not try to sit on the woman's paw, she realized that left them both vulnerable. She did, however, try to push her way between the woman's forelegs for safety.

Aphrodite would protect her. She had said Zinnia was always safe with her. So, the girl settled in, gaze shifting from her friend to the two that were fighting, noting their injuries as they were made and quietly deciding how she would help heal them (even if she was not skilled enough to do so).




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Who the fuck is this?

Noemi’s eyes narrowed as the young lion’s approach drew her attention and her smirk grew ever larger as he issued his warning. "I couldn’t care less what your queens would appreciate," she hissed, rising quickly again to all fours and closing the distance between them. "But if you’re so keen on protecting their interests, let me see you back up your words with action."

Without waiting for response, she lunged forward. Her preference of going for his throat was unavailable, but his face was still there for the taking. She reached up one paw in an attempt to grab his right shoulder and the other to try and smack him across the left side of his face, claws out to grab whatever flesh she could.

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@Noemi vs. @Milano
Minor Maim
Round 1 / 4

Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 14 + 9 + 20 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 5 + 4 + 2 + 15 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 13 + 16 + 1 + 20 + 6

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He didn’t want to start a fight but it seemed that the high queen wasn’t the only one who was going to fight today. He was confident that Miaran would win even though he did hope that Pyrrha’s goals came true one day. He hoped that maybe they would come true elsewhere. Hell maybe she could take over the oasis and the prides could get along?

It didn’t matter though as his issue wasn’t currently with the pretty lady he met on the shore, but with the trespassing lioness from the desert. Yes there was many trespassing but it seemed that the desert girl took offense to his warning. Through the rain he saw movement as she started her attack. He saw and heard @Aphrodite speak but he didn’t have time to even greet his queen before claws dug into his right shoulder while he was slapped across the left side of his face. His cheek burned and dripped with blood as he snarled.

"Bitch!" He spat as he attempted to ram his chest into her own while attempting to grab her left arm more in the armpit area than the leg part. He was aiming for softer areas rather than harder bone. His goal was to try to slow her down and make her feel it.

Milano vs. @Noemi
Minor Maim
Round 1 / 4

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 17 + 15 + 13 + 19

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 4 + 9 + 13 + 8

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 12 + 20 + 3 + 8

code by corvus & art by moogle

The boy had been on his own thing for quiet the time now. And he seemed to be happy with having only himself to worry about, he didn't like the idea of having to follow someone's rules and make of his life not his own. He owed nothing to no one, and he didn't want to change that. He felt just fine being a lone wolf of sorts. Yet the promise of violence always drove him out of his solitary existence. Finding himself watching using some of the foliage to hide. He didn't want interactions for he only wished to watch the show and she blood run through the sand.

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caladan held the key to her shackles; it had been an unfortunate incident to steal her away from the oasis - from her family and children and brighid loathes every lion that staggers over the golden sands. she spends little time here, if any, the silken dunes still heavy on her pelt. when a call arises to steal away the cove just as they had her, brighid is quick, near giddy, to arrive. the challenger is no one she knows (could brighid truly say she knew anyone outside of the oasis?) but all the same she arrives, icy blue gaze settled on @Pyrrha ♔. it doens't take long before she voices her praises, a snarl loud and boisterous, chin tilted high in support of the opposing force. her tail lashes behind her - a banner bolstering pyrrha's presence as brighid chooses to make herself a clear supporter of the challenger — may your efforts be rewarded.

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brighid is attending in support of pyrrha - do what you will with that!

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they do not know each other well yet, having only met one sweltering summer day by the shoreline. though in that brief encounter while seeking respite, magdalena had formed a great respect for pyrrha. so when the familiar voices summons the population of caladan to a challenge for the throne, it is not only the cove who answers.

magdalena slips onto the scene, plush fur plastered to her sides and making her look not unlike a wet rat, making her small stature truly obvious without the added size that the hair gives her. a quick scan of those already gathered shows no one familiar so the woman sits a ways away from everyone else, without crossing the cove's borders for now.

bi-colored eyes are trained on @Pyrrha ♔'s lone form in the center of them all and should the woman glance her way, magdalena would offer her a twitch of the lips and a sharp nod of the head - the closest thing to an encouraging smile. her eyes are squinted against the perpetual drizzle as the wind begins to pick up, making a subtle shiver start as the cold roots itself in the woman's very bones - such a far cry from the last time she had run into pyrrha.

(Please inform me if any is confusing and apologize for any wrong English grammar. PLEASE do not tag Miaran in this thread except for Bluey with Pyrrha until it is judged.)

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of [violent thoughts, violent acts]

In the eyes of Pyrrha, it was just judgment day, but for Miaran, it was nothing short of Armageddon. The weight of this day had been foretold by the former King himself, and now the High Queen stood atop her kingdom, awaiting the day that would finally arrive.

As the thunder roared and the lightning danced across the sky, Miaran felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. This was her element, her preferred weather that matched the ferocity of her own spirit. With each flash of light, her ghostly silhouette flickered into view, a haunting presence against the tumultuous backdrop.

To her friends and allies, Miaran was a beacon of kindness and sincerity. But to her enemies, she was a force to be reckoned with - an executioner unafraid to deliver justice with a swift and merciless hand. She had made no unreachable promises to her pride members, knowing all too well the fleeting nature of power in this realm.

And yet, as she watched through the months of the chaos that had unfolded around her since first becoming Queen, she couldn't help but long for the simpler and more violent laws of the Mob, where strength and ability to survive were the only currencies that truly mattered.

How many of these self-proclaimed leaders would crumble under the weight of the challenges she had faced in the Mob? Miaran could only wonder, her gaze unwavering as she stood prepared to face whatever trials lay ahead. For in this moment, she was not just a Queen - she was a warrior, a survivor, and a symbol of defiance against the chaos that threatened to consume her world.

But still, Miaran's heart raced with anticipation as she waited to descend towards the sands. With determination in her eyes, she moved to a large patch of Hemlock plants. Miaran carefully coated all of her claws with hemlock sap, ensuring that every inch was covered, even her hind claws.

Her eyes were fixed on the gathering crowd as she drew closer, a mix of intruders and friends, all waiting to witness the event unfold. The Witch, Morrigan, may have been a threat to the natural order with her unatural self, was seen but ignored for now. And then she saw her - the strawberry lioness, the source of her current fury. Every fiber of her being burned with fury at the mere sight of her.

Miaran's focus was solely on the lioness who had dared to judge her. She could feel the weight of their stares at her own challenge for Caladan and the venomous words that had been spoken behind her back when she had hidden herself in others. But today, she stood tall, unyielding in her resolve.

And then, with purpose in her step, she made her way closer towards Pyrrha, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. She would not be underestimated or judged any longer - the lioness would soon feel the full force of her wrath.

The intense battle between her Hunter and the lioness raged on the sidelines, but Miaran couldn't tear her gaze away from her own judgement. Her heart was filled with a fiery determination as she left the chaos in the hands of Aphrodite and turned all her focus and energy towards protecting and keeping Caladan. Nothing else mattered in that moment but ensuring that she tried, her devotion shining through every fiber of her being.


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Pyrrha may have been the judge, but Miaran was the fierce executioner wielding her axe, poised to strike with unbridled fury. In a sudden and silent rage, she unleashed the depths of her power, sprinting straight on towards her foe with a wild and untamed ferocity that pulsed through her veins. With a primal instinct driving her forward, she launched herself at Pyrrha, intent on delivering a bleeding blow to her opponent's younger form.

Her fully extended claws, sharp as knives, sliced through the air with a deadly precision, aiming and targeting Pyrrha's face and neck with a relentless determination. With a swift and calculated motion with her right front claws, she aimed to pierce behind Pyrrha's jaw on the left side, hopefully slashing down the lioness's neck with a venomous intent.

The lethal poison of the Hemlock sap glistened on her claws, poised to inject its deadly toxin into Pyrrha's very essence of her blood stream. Miaran's narrowed eyes burned with a fiery resolve, challenging Pyrrha to make one fatal mistake that could lead to her ultimate downfall.

Countless foes had fallen to the Viper's wrath, their blood spilled like so much ink on the battlefield, her wins longer than her losses in these lands. And now, it was Pyrrha's turn to face the wrath of Miaran's vengeance, to hopefully feel the sting of her claws and the poisonous hemlock sap that coated them.

Her eyes blazed with fury, a fierce determination evident in both narrowed eyelids and pinned ears. The storm raged around them, but she paid no heed to the thunder and lightning that threatened to engulf them. Her fur was soaked, but it only served to highlight the intensity of her battle-ready stance.

Every muscle in her body was coiled with tension, her tail lashing furiously behind her as she prepared to face her adversary. The strawberry lioness stood before her, a formidable foe, but she was undeterred. With a primal instinct driving her forward, she focused all her energy on defeating her enemy, on causing as much damage as possible.

Her jaws were slightly agape, ready to strike at a moment's notice, her head held low in a display of dominance. But it was her unwavering gaze that spoke volumes - a gaze filled with a burning passion and an unyielding will to emerge victorious. In that moment, she was a force of nature, a warrior determined to triumph against all odds. The battle would be fierce, the outcome uncertain until the end, but Miaran would fight with a violent passion that could not be extinguished. She would not rest until justice was served, until her enemy lay defeated at her feet.



@Miaran vs @Pyrrha ♔
Caladan Cove
Round 1 / 5

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 11 + 16 + 13 + 10 + 8 + 18

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 17 + 16 + 14 + 15 + 1 + 3 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 5 + 6 + 18 + 19

(Miaran has hemlock sap on all her claws, including her hind claws. Per what I have researched, hemlock poisoning can occur after the toxins enter your bloodstream. https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/di...on-hemlock This website appear when I googled the sap.
HEMLOCK (Conium maculatum)
Effects: stomach paints, vomiting and progressive paralysis of the central nervous system
Parts Used: whole plant )

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